I opened the door and kicked off my heels, finally comfortable and confident that Mark and I would be secure after tonight. Steven smiled at me as if reading my thoughts, and stood from the bed before me. His cock had returned to a reasonable size, or at least wasn't straining against his trousers anymore, and I decided to make good use of that. I dropped to my knees in front of him and unbuckled his belt, drawing his pants down to his ankles slowly so that his cock would be revealed in all its glory. As it cleared his waistband it actually popped up and hit me on the chin, and I giggled at the absurdity of the situation. Steven grinned and thrust again, bouncing his cock in front of me.
In the car, I had a front row seat (pun intended) but it had been dark and cramped. Now, standing before me in all its glory, I took the time to really examine Steven's cock for the first full time. I danced my fingernails down the side of his shaft, loving every uncontrollable twitch and spasm that they elicited. I rubbed my face against his growing member, breathing deeply of his scent and enjoying his warmth against my skin. I kissed his pubic area, then trailed kisses down to the tip of his cock before lifting it up and pressing it against his stomach. I then sucked his balls lightly, one at a time, tasting him and feeling the heft of them in my mouth. I brought my tongue to the base of his shaft, and slowly drew it up, coating him in my spit and my love until the tip. The tip I took into my mouth softly, swirling my tongue around and around before darting it into his small hole. I sucked aggressively then, my lips trapping him and cheeks caving in, while my hands stroked the base of his shaft and caressed his balls and his muscled ass. By this point Mark would have cum already, but Steven wrapped his hands around the back of my head and started fucking my mouth.
It felt so good to get used, to get fucked by a big strong man in front of me. The peek of his abs underneath his still-buttoned shirt awoke something animal in me, and I allowed his thrusts to set the pace at which I took him into my mouth. Soon he was grunting and moaning, and I moaned around his cock as I slipped my hands up his shirt. The feel of his rock hard abs and his muscular chest made my pussy twitch in excitement, and I stole one hand back to reach between my legs. He was fucking my face this entire time, and my eyes started to water as I fought off a gag reflex I hadn't felt in a long time. My nose was still inches from his belly button, and I made it a personal goal to press my face against his navel with his cock buried inside me. Each thrust took him a little closer, and by the time my hands had found their way underneath my dress and my panties, my nose was brushing his stomach. I snuck my other hand around to his ass and pressed hard on his next thrust, burying his cock deep in my throat and moaning for all I was worth. It hurt my throat so good to have a man that deep inside me, and my eyes watered as I choked on his pulsing cock. I could feel his heartbeat in my neck, and I withdrew gasping for air, with spit flying everywhere from my obscene blowjob.
"Fuck," he panted, "I was about to cum."
"I know," I smiled up at him devilishly. I handed him my phone. "Take some pictures first."
"Oh fuck," he replied, and immediately moved to comply. I posed with my lips stretched around his cock, lipstick lines betraying that I had already taken him farther than that. My makeup was a mess, I was still fully clothed, but I had never looked sexier.
He took a few that way, then we found a pillow for my knees as I returned to my blowjob and he returned to filming. I rubbed his cock, now covered in my saliva and his precum, all over my face, smearing my makeup and presenting the most whorish image I could manage. I took him deep into my throat, sucked his balls, and stroked his cock with my wedding ring proudly on display, all for the camera phone my husband had bought me a year prior. Once I was satisfied that we had enough pictures, I dove into the blowjob with even more fervor, stroking him and caressing his balls while my tongue played over and over his throbbing head.
"I'm gonna cum," he warned me, and I moaned around his cock and fingered my pussy.
"Where do you want it?" he asked. I pulled off and opened my mouth, tongue out like a porn star as I jacked him off.
"Everywhere," I murmured, and he erupted over me with a roar that sounded like it came from an animal. His cock shot over and over, streams of white cum spraying into my hair, my forehead, my lips... it seemed to cover everywhere except my tongue, which made me smile at the absurdity. I had never acted so filthy before in my life, and I ached to get fucked by this hard cock that was currently spewing its seed all over my face. I closed my eyes and attacked his cock anew, milking every last drop into my waiting mouth while I sucked like it was my last meal on earth. My left hand was furiously rubbing my pussy, and I found myself on the verge of orgasm before I even undressed, so aroused from the night's sluttiness that I barely needed to be touched.
I opened my mouth and showed him my cum-covered tongue like a whore, then tried to mumble "picture" without spilling a drop. He shook his head and oriented himself, then understood and took a picture of my obscene display. I swallowed and he took one more, my naked tongue a contrast to the cum covered cheeks and lips that surrounded it. My makeup was destroyed, my throat was on fire, and I could not imagine being used any better than I just had been, and I had it all on camera.
I stood and took the phone from Steven, and he sat down on the bed behind me, satisfied. He couldn't see what I was doing, and I think he assumed I was just scrolling through the pictures we had taken. He therefore felt no shame in interrupting by pulling my panties down to my ankles and moving my skirt to the side.
I tried to focus on texting my husband as I felt Steven's hands on my bare ass, then sneaking around to play between my legs. His arm brushed the inside of my thigh, and I couldn't help but moan as his fingers entered my dripping slit for the first time tonight. I texted the pictures to Mark in order, culminating in the picture of my fully-fucked face, covered and destroyed, with a caption "Are you SURE?!?"
Steven's fingers were getting serious now, and I shook as his middle finger penetrated my depths past his big knuckle. I wanted to be his, I wanted to continue, but I forced myself to wait until my husband responded. Steven, unaware that I was waiting for a reason, pulled his finger out and slapped my ass. A moan escaped my lips unbidden, and he slapped the other side even harder. I was discovering that I liked a bit of pain with my pleasure, and when he spanked me a third time I meekly gasped "wait..."
My phone finally lit up, with a simple picture message. It was my husband's cock, covered in his own cum with an equally simple message. "Just say yes."
I dropped my phone to the ground, and dropped my dress and bra beside it. Steven wasted no time, and spread my ass cheeks apart with his strong hands to lick my pussy from behind. I was still wearing the heels but nothing else, and I squeezed my own breasts as I wiped the cum from my face and licked as much of it as I could. My pussy was a soaking mess, and the smell of sex in the room was already overpowering. Steven's tongue was gone all too soon, but he replaced it with two fingers, thrusting up and inside me with enough force to almost lift me off my feet.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck," it was my turn to curse, the word interrupted by gasping breaths as my insides were violated roughly and perfectly. The sound of sloppy wet fucking made me smile, and I turned to stare at the man invading my married body.
I had dreamt of him manhandling me before, and now it became a reality. He literally picked me up and threw me onto the bed, like I weighed no more than a rag doll to those strong arms. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed the muscles that made such a move possible, now fully naked like me (with the exception of my heels). Everything about the scene was exactly the opposite of sex with my husband. His cock hung spent, and still larger than my husband's when he was fully erect, coated in the saliva and cum from my sloppy blowjob. My face was still sticky with his cum, my hair and makeup disheveled from being face-fucked without abandon. He threw me across the bed like I weighed nothing; so much the opposite of my tender, romantic husband. It made my pussy flood with arousal, being handled like a piece of meat for once in my life. I pulled on my nipples, the pain and the visual making my pelvis thrust of its own accord, and Steven was on me in a second.
In this way, he and my husband were alike- he dove into my pussy with excitement and eagerness, tongue-fucking me like I was the most delicious glass of wine he had ever sampled. His fingers pistoned in and out below his lips, and I was surprised to find that I enjoyed when his pinky brushed my asshole on every third or fourth thrust. I was on edge already, I had been all night, and I warned him that I was about to cum. He simply murmured into my pussy and continued his assault, and I wrapped my thighs around his ears and exploded in the hardest orgasm I had ever felt.
All of the buildup from the rest of the night, from the rest of the week and the sexual tension I had built up from teasing him and so many other men, it all exploded in one amazing burst of orgasm that left me dizzy and disoriented. It was like a blinding flash of white and then of pulsing red, and my heart ached liked it had burst into a galaxy of pleasure, flooding over my body with wave after wave of warmth and excitement, contentment wrapped in happiness and love. It was like being kissed all over, from the tips of my toes to the top of my scalp, and my body shook with uncontrollable spasms. I was vaguely aware that Steven's tongue was still assaulting my clit, and I weakly protested while my pussy begged him for more. I wanted to be full of him, I wanted him to split me in half and make me his, I ached to feel him inside me. My body twitched and shook while he continued to lick me gently, now relenting slightly to a more relaxing pace that I felt I could survive. I gasped and gasped, my back arched in pleasure and my nipples pulled and twisted by my hands acting of their own volition. He smirked up at me with a face full of pussy and lightly nibbled on my clit. This sent me spiraling back up and I felt myself let go in a flood, soaking his face and his sheets with my own cum. I crashed back to the bed in a heap, still gasping for breath as I returned to earth from the orgasmic orbit my mind had occupied.
Steven smiled and crawled up to me, pausing briefly at my breasts to nibble and kiss my tender nipples. I shuddered with each touch, but pulled him closer to me. Even soft, I could feel the weight of him as his cock rested against my mound, not ready to go but simply reminding me he was there.
"I'd ask how that was..." Steven broke the silence.
I lightly slapped him on one strong shoulder. "Mmm" was all I could muster to say at this point, still in the afterglow of orgasmic shockwaves.
Steven kissed me deeply, as if not sure if he would get the chance again, then headed to the restroom. I grabbed my phone from the discarded pile of clothes, and texted my husband.
"Ohmygod..." I sent, with a panting emoji.
"Mmm, that good?" was the immediate response. My husband was apparently glued to his phone, and I felt a little guilty for forgetting about him on Steven's tongue.
"He licked me so good. I think because of how you and I have been playing..."
